The door slid shut behind her, and—forgetting for a moment that she was carrying luggage—Quinn simply stared.

[i]This was insane[/i].

She understood now why she could choose to ship furniture up here. Because this room was so huge that, frankly, Quinn had no idea what to do with it. It was almost incomprehensible to her that the entire space was hers and hers alone.

Then she remembered she was carrying heavy bags, lugged them over to the unbelievably massive bed, and plunked them down next to it. She heaved a long sigh as she realized that there was no dresser. Well, at least it was a way to test how the furniture ordering worked. No longer burdened by the weight of her bags, she explored the room more fully now, diving into the bathroom and simply...staring. Again. Then she turned, looking back and forth between the bathroom and the main room. With these two combined, it was like the entire dorm facility as a whole back on the Aerie was now hers.

Oh, there was another room next to the bathroom? Peeking in, she realized it was a closet. [i]One[/i] closet. One closet the size of pretty much her entire room back home. All she could really muster looking at it was a stunned astonishment. Oh, wait, that was right; she'd put her bags down next to the bed, but why bother have them there when there was this enormous closet? She trotted back and picked the handles up again, dragging them over until she could get them entirely in the ridiculously huge closet before dropping them again.

As she went back into the main room and across to the wall with the big seam dominating it, she pressed the button curiously. Then she jolted backwards as the entire wall opened up, revealing a window into the gaping void of space.

In her room back home, that jolt backwards might have taken her almost halfway across. But here, it was barely a step into the enormous cream and beige cavern. Squeezing her eye shut a few times as though not believing what she was really seeing, she eventually turned, walked back across the massive area, and walked over to the kitchen. It wasn't as fully featured as the kitchen in the lounge back home, but, then again, this was in her private dorm. She'd seen a sign pointing directly to a kitchen back in the hallway, meaning that there was an entire room dedicated only to cooking. The idea filled her with both dread and wonder.

She fiddled with each of the devices as she passed by; beeped a few of the buttons on the microwave, pressed and unpressed the toaster, flipped on and off the hot plate, and opened up the fridge—

—in which she found a four pack of bottles, liquid inside a colored a dusty pale green. She knew what it was, even before she saw the label: yuzu soda.

In ordinary circumstances, she would have immediately grabbed and popped open a bottle. But in this particular circumstance, she just closed the fridge, stood up, and stepped slowly backwards, trying to breathe. It was like one of those fancy high class hotels she used to see on the Internet, only even more luxurious, and she was [i]living here[/i].

As she stood there in stunned silence, she noticed...just how [i]quiet[/i] it truly was. It had been quiet before, everywhere here was quiet, but the rustle of her bags, the drone of their wheels against the floor, and her footsteps had distracted from it, stopped her from realizing how it truly all-encompassing it was. Her jaw tightened, and she felt a new anxiety stirring inside her. Even when the dorm back home was at its quietest, there was always [i]something[/i], some level of white noise in the distance. But here...

She was choking on the silence.

Then it was shattered by her stomach making a loud, angry rumble. She nearly jumped at the sound of it, and then nearly laughed. Oh. That was right. Hungry.

She walked over to the door and found that it had shut completely behind her. Her stomach curdled. The space was so big that she didn't feel that same kind of trapped, not really, but still, being closed in like this when it was just so [i]quiet[/i]...

She noticed a button beside the door, and pressed it, hopeful. To her muted relief, the door slid open in front of her. At least she wouldn't have to shove it open on her own every time. She beat a hasty retreat, and heard it slide shut again behind her. Only when she stopped to take a breath did she realize that her hands were clenched into tight white fists by her side. Another long sigh as she forced them to relax.

She retraced her steps a little way, until she returned to the door labeled [i][u]AUTO WALKWAY[/u][/i]. She paused again, still shaken, and took three long, deep breaths. Toussaint had said that the recreational rooms and stuff were beyond this, right? There was no point not exploring them now; she'd come back to see that gym and stuff later.

Breaths taken, she slid open the door and stepped inside.